---POV Fallon---
I shifted her giggling body into my arms and carried her bridal style through the house toward my room. “You know I can walk.” She grumbled, but the color on her cheek stated otherwise. She was enjoying this.
I nodded and gritted my teeth. I was angry I let it get that far and then my dad had to mess me up at the end, but I also felt a wave of guilt when I noticed the bruises forming over her exposed skin. “I’m sorry for hurting you.”
She shook her head. “I’m sorry for egging you on. I know I didn’t play fair. Next time I’ll–”
I stopped in my tracks right in front of my door. “Next time?!” I asked, a bit more shocked than I thought.
“Yeah, of course. I’m sure you want a rematch and I really want to see what you are capable of. No more holding back, Mr. King.” She c
